Not that it matters, but it wasn't until I saw your profile that I realized you weren't a woman. I'm serious (and I'm *not* insulting you nor women...just mentioning an observation). BTW--my barriers bit was legit critique.

To begin, I didn't prompt your opinion on my personal site created for friends and family...You know nothing of my depth.

NOR, did I come out and insult you without purpose and I shall not begin now.

As a traditional artist and contemporary designer I have learned the value of actual critique and I take all. You catch more flies with honey and for this reason, among others, I have a 100% approval rating among my clients.

I could care less about what you could shit on. Next time you have a problem, you could simply inform me like an adult and I would gladly take your comments. Otherwise, I really don't give a damn and I will not berate the subject further.

OK, less hyperbole on my part. If you even care, what I see is barriers. I go to your site and think, "Interesting, a site about N.O." And then I run into barriers. The idea is to design for maximum accessibility. Think of the audience, not yourself. It seems like a selfish design, that's all. To put it in terms of the physical, you've built a house for midgets with a moat and landmines around it...and just for kicks, you put shards of broken glass on the wheelchair ramp.

Perhaps the stolen bottle was payment of the karmic debt your owed for your anal use of javascript on your homepage (e.g., disabling right click in order to advertise for yourself...). In fact, none of the links on your homepage works on my machine, which is the fault of the designer (you), not the user (me). I was able to peek around some of the subordinate pages by viewing the source code and manually pasting URLs into my browser...cool content!...anyway, long story short: READ SOME FUCKING JACOB NIELSEN. And have your ever heard of a usability test? Otherwise, why even bother--it's masturbatory.

I found out this week that a long awaited package was carelessly left on my porch by an idiot postal worker and was STOLEN! I feel violated. The only retribution is the thought of the ignorant bastard opening the bottle to throw back a swig and yacking down his shirt.

Here is the bad news from NYC: We discovered that Rudi the Jelly Toe Cat is a GIRL! She is in heat and my other cat Max, a fixed male, is trying his best to get his parts working. When we adopted Rudi, we were told HE was a Fixed MALE. OOPS! I guess Max knew the real score all along. Unless maybe Max is gay.....

The house won't be ready this weekend, so I had to reschedule movers for Wednesday. That means no phone from Wednesday morning til Thursday afternoon. Why, you won't hardly miss me at all, unless you can't handle a rifle.

I'm moving on Saturday, and won't have phone service until Thursday; probably won't have DSL back up for a couple of weeks after that . . . So [sniff] you may not see my insightful and delightfully humorous postings [weep] after tomorrow for [cry] at least most of a week, probably more like three.

I'm sure you'll all miss me somethin' fierce. I'll try to pull through somehow, and have faith that all of you will survive the trauma.